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Calculus Nightschool

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 02:45:47 GMT

So I'm taking Calculus nightschool to upgrade my mark. I don't care what you've heard about taking nightschool, you're probably wrong. I expected:

- a really relaxed teacher who just wants to get kids into university and get a paycheque
- a class full of kids who are in a similar situation as me, which would make the class easier
- overall something really different from dayschool

I walk into class, and stopped. Everybody in my class was 25+ with mad facial hair. Half of them looked like they had kids. Mind you this is at City Adult Learning Centre: this was expected. I went to the back of the class immediately and sat down. My teacher comes out, he's this old brown guy, maybe 70+. He had a really serious skin condition and parts of his skin are brown while the other half was blotchy white. He spoke extremely slowly and wandered off topic a lot to his childhood in India. He was also thinning a bit at the top and liked to make fun of his students because well: it's funny. He spent the first day just talking about how to write your name properly, last name first all in capitals. ING ERIC, I wrote on all my work. I felt alive.

First few classes were pretty easy. He wrote in huge letters really slowly when he forgot his glasses. Instead of writing dy/dx he wrote "a little bit of y, over a little bit of x". When I saw that I knew I was in the right place to get that mark. This was like kindergarten Calculus. I was delighted. He gave us an assignment that class and announced there was a test next class. I did the assignment and studied for the test.

I walked in the next day and sat down in the back behind all the men with facial hair. The teacher was not there yet, this was no surprise. He usually liked to go out and chill and have some coffee before class. I also noticed there were twice as men bearded men around me as usual. I glanced around the room: it was as if two classes merged into one.

In stepped the teacher. This big tall brown dude with glasses and a serious chinstrap. He looked angry. I freaked out, who was this guy? He immediately started writing some intense stuff on the board and didn't stop for the first hour. This guy was ten times as intense as my dayschool teacher. I was screwed. When he stopped to change markers I asked him where my teacher went. He looked me straight in the eye and said,

"I'm your teacher now!" Grinning.

"Do we have to hand that assignment in?" I asked.

"No. I give you no assignment." continuing to grin with his accent.

That kinda pissed me off. I did that assignment for nothing. We went downstairs to get our textbooks. He told us once we get those we have the rest of the day to write our tests. Too bad it took everybody an hour to get those damn textbooks. Oh shit.

He threw the test on the table. I was confused as hell because I studied all night but nothing on the test looked familiar. I started writing and before you know it it was the end of the period. Everybody around me looked completely calm. That test was hard as hell and scared the shit out of me.

After trying to figure out a million ways to get out of this class which I realized was going to now be terrifying, I figured I could take family studies in nightschool and scrape to get my credit in dayschool. Yes I am still taking Calculus in dayschool, I am not allowed to drop it until March 31st. I do not need to apply to university with a Calculus credit. I would be okay.

Back in dayschool.

Eric: Hey Mr. Whiddon would you give me the credit even though I haven't done any work in this class in 3 weeks?

Mr. Whiddon, behind his chinstrap: Ahahaha silly boy. Beg to get a 45%. Now go crawl back to your corner.

After the Guidance office stomped on the idea of changing nigthschool coursses: I realized I was stuck with Mr. Chinstrap in nightschool forever. I started panicking, what if I don't get a mark high enough? I'll never get into University. I decided it was nightschool do or die. At this point in time I had tried running and that didn't work so I'm trying to run again in another direction and that wasn't working either.

I came to class the next day and instead of another test I got a supply teacher. Thank god. She told us there was a test first thing after the March Break. After ruining the final hours of my March Break studying my ass off for this test, then waking up the next day at 12PM (sleeping through my morning classes), then studying afterschool some more, I came to class ready to whoop Chapter 2's ass. Hardcore.

I walk in and guess who's standing at the front of my class? The old brown dude with the skin condition.

Eric: Hi Sir, do we have a test today?

Teacher: No no, don't worry about it. We will not do a test on Chapter 2.

Eric: Do you want me to hand in that assignment you gave us a month ago?

Teacher: Yes I will give you free marks for it.

I don't believe in god, but lets look at the fact.
- I suck at Calculus so I run from my problems by taking nightschool.
- God makes nightschool seem easy and shit to get me thinking I won, so I'm all relaxed thinking I made the right choice then BAM
- Hard ass teacher comes in, beats my ass with a test, doesn't accept any of the work I've done,
- I try to run again, my dayschool makes that impossible, again I am criticized for slacking off
- I learned my lesson, I'm studying and shit working like crazy, ready for the next ass beating
- Walk into class, there's my old teacher, he wants my old assignment so he can give me marks and cancelled the test for good, all that work for nothing

Wow God has a funny sense of humour.

ahahah

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 05:07:59 GMT

#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> struggle until it's over says:
two gay guys are fucking in a car when the condom flies off and goes out the window
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> struggle until it's over says:
a kid stumbles upon it "hey kid we'll give you $20 if you give us that thing back"
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> struggle until it's over says:
he gives it back to them
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> struggle until it's over says:
"yo guy i just made $20"
"how?"
"i found a twinkie and gave it back to them"
"oh"
"jokes on them, i sucked all the cream filling out"
KEVIN* - BoA....twinkies are the best snacks ever.. says:
AHhh
THATS NOT EVEN FUNNY
KEVIN* - BoA....twinkies are the best snacks ever.. says:
MAN
KEVIN* - BoA....twinkies are the best snacks ever.. says:
THATS FUCKING DIRT
KEVIN* - BoA....twinkies are the best snacks ever.. says:
NIGGER IM GONNA STAB U
KEVIN* - BoA....twinkies are the best snacks ever.. says:
IM EATTING A TWINKIE RIGHT NOW
KEVIN* - BoA....twinkies are the best snacks ever.. says:
U SDICK
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> struggle until it's over says:
i bet i just ruined twinkies for you forever

Nightschool

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 22:05:16 GMT

I am in nightschool for Calculus now which means my day school does not really count for anything. I would love to put some of these answers on paper excpet my teacher is too nice of a guy. But if he was a bad teacher I would definitely write these down on tests.

Oh man.

Thanks Ryan! Means a lot mang.

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 22:52:24 GMT

#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> semi formal sold out, hand in tables of 11 tommorow says:
serious
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> semi formal sold out, hand in tables of 11 tommorow says:
is there anybody else who needed one
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> semi formal sold out, hand in tables of 11 tommorow says:
i am fucking shocked we didnt end up turning liek 50 people away
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> semi formal sold out, hand in tables of 11 tommorow says:
im glad everybody is happy about this
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
yahh man
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
yo.. we did it
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
fak
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
YOU DID IT!
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> semi formal sold out, hand in tables of 11 tommorow says:
nicee
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> semi formal sold out, hand in tables of 11 tommorow says:
good job team
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
hahah.. team.. are you fucking kidding me.. you did ALL the work
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
honestly.. im not taking any credit for this
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
this was ALL you
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> semi formal sold out, hand in tables of 11 tommorow says:
ahahah thanks man
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
you seriously dont understand how amazed i am at your ability
Ó Riain /////// Semi Formal On The 26th. says:
the uni that you go to truely is fortunate

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 09:05:37 GMT

back in school and my sleep schedule is screwed up already, and i gotta do grade 8 parent presentations, and run the semi formal

i was supposed to make the poster today then i realized i didnt have any of the information or anything established properly, i better get this done, but im extremely confident even if i only gave people like 10 days to buy tickets i'd still do well

people always buy last minute anyways, the dance had half of the people line up in the last hour to buy tickets, it's a nice feeling seeing all these people crowded around to attend something you made yourself

i gotta go crunch some of those numbers and make sure everything adds up and we're good to go

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Thu, 04 Jan 2007 12:27:50 GMT

So Republik was good, it's a cool club because everything including the walls glows and pulsates to the beat. The trance room had 6 massive beat responsive 32 inch televisions equipped with a pile of crazy moving lights shining on everything. It was like guvernment compressed into two rooms. I was dancing on the gogo boxes with some girls until a bouncer pulled me off. Fun stuff.

Club closed around 2:30. By that point in time I had realized how awesome and refreshing the trance scene is compared to hip hop. I used to be all about the hip hop but once you try trance you can feel the difference in so many ways.

I'm sitting infront of Safiya, Diana, Johnny, Jackson, Ivan, Annie, Terra, Thomas, and Kevin, (Jennifer was here but she left). I agreed to give them nine minutes flat of silence but little do they know (or they probably do but won't expect it) that I'm going to blast some ridiculous sounding song as soon as the time is up.

I kinda expected peopel to come over for liek an hour but when they got here my little bro was having his own little party in the basement and these young adults behind me refused to mingle with some younger kids. The result: mad people sleeping all over my shit in my room, after clubbing. I got mad man sweat and love all over my shit.

Then I proceeded on telling Safiya how when brown men see a hot brown girl in the club (which is sorta uncommon because Safiya was rolling mad deep with the AZN's) they flock to that girl. They ruish her. They engulf her like flies on shit. But who cares she had a good time, especially with that 40 year old balding dude. Or that other kinda greasy looking white dude who kept giving me the most perverted eye ever, and who kept following the group around.

Then we tried reading ghost stories but that didn't work. So now the blinds are open. They asked if I could close them for 10 minutes, I replied it would take 5 minutes to close them and they all went "ugggh!!" That's right.

Yo why are all these kids here, they'd rather sleep on the floor than their own beds. The subway opens at 5am but they persist. Half of them are wearing my shit, it's like a eric's wardrobe fashion show with models passed out all over my beds. Adam I hope you're reading this, your bed has officially been GG'd.

AHahhaa I'm a huge asshole but this is so funny. They got one minute left I better go pick the song.

Clarification

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 10:53:41 GMT

To whoever who reads this, hopefully all the people in BADJ will so they can settle the smoke for me.

I was at Thomas's party last night, and on the way home I recieved a call from Zi, claiming I apparently called Jinni and cussed her out or something.

1.) I got a new phone, I don't even have her phone number.
2.) I haven't called her in about 2 years.
3.) Why the hell would I do that?

I give props to Zi for being concerned but I just want to let him know that I had nothing to do with that. Somebody was impersonating me, and I'm really hoping it wasn't Stefan because I know Stefan is fucking pro at prank calls.

Betty just messaged me and asked me if I'm the one who called. Now I'm positive it's somebody I know trying to sound like me.

1.) Don't you know what I sound like, because clearly you don't.
2.) Why the hell would I do that? I hope you would all like to believe I have better things to do with my time.

To everybody who was called leave a message here and spread the word. To that asshole impersonating me and pissing off my friends: fuck you.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Mon, 18 Dec 2006 05:45:35 GMT

#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> | | who's got rogers phones? exams-{[][][][][][]}- says:
yo
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> | | who's got rogers phones? exams-{[][][][][][]}- says:
ready?
dтu »»» says:
yeaa
dтu »»» says:
i was gonna ask you..
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> | | who's got rogers phones? exams-{[][][][][][]}- says:
yeah nigger
dтu »»» says:
alright there is this baby that has primordial dwarfism, so basically this disorder is dwarfism but this baby is smaller and only 100 people in north america suffer from this disorder. anyways, this baby is also missing a piece of her brain which allows her to talk, walk etc. the scientists cant figure out how this disorder had developed, but they theorize that it must have been inherited
dтu »»» says:
my theory is that.....
#78-[BBC]*٭• «єяίc•´¯`·)»> | | who's got rogers phones? exams-{[][][][][][]}- says:
WHAT THE FUCK

uhh yeah uhh

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 05:24:56 GMT

I'm going to try to put together everything that went down in the last 3 days.

Thursday: Finished shit up at school, went to tutoring, came back and played some poker with a new guy I met. Bluffed a few people out then went all in with the new guy so we could leave. Picked some hoes up, went to this girls house and chilled pretty hard. Went home around 3am.

Friday: Woke up the next day, cut my hair off, did my laundry, met up with two whack uptown kids and Johnny. Chilled with these kids, dropped in on Mai to find my lost cellphone. Met everybody at the rink and rented some decent skates and skated around. Man skating is fun, if you're good at it. Or else it sucks. Especially if girls are better than you. But not me! ahahaha. Johnny mirked some Quiznos and wouldn't shut up about his steak sandwich. Left, went out to Jackson's crib. Dropped in on David's party but missed out stop on the way there which was a 20 minute backtrack. Hotel was pretty cool, indoor swimming pool, park, and golf. We partied in his little room with about 25 other people. Got home pretty late. Mirked the 5am restaurant somewhere around there. Had a conference in the conference room. Went to bed with no blankets which was horrible.

Saturday: Came home, finished my laundry. Raced back up to Jacksons house. Made a ridiculous omelette that nobody ate. Went to the hotel party again but this time it was downstairs in a 3 room suite. Which was nice. Partied there for a while, met some cool new people, everybody was really friendly, a bit of a sausage fest though. Videotaped a shitload of rap sheets. Videotaped a battle, got back pretty late.

Sunday: Woke up, killed the food court. Came back, filmed the video, edited the video. Came home and baked a cake.

1.) i gotta get another ipod, i just got rid of my last one and travelling this much without music really sucks
2.) ill have photos up soon if i get time

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR EXAMS, ahahha screw all you kids who have them in january, riverdale is going to have a study-free holiday

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 06:56:38 GMT

Wow last 3 days have been hell. Sunday had 4 hours of sleep. Monday had 4 hours because I slept until lunch and skipped data. Tuesday had half an hour of sleep. But yo I got all my shit done and hope I got above 85% on everything I did. Three day weekend. Came hoem today and passed out from 5pm-1am.

This insomniac thing is hilarious. For some reason being tired doesn't hit me like it used to. My days and nights blur together. Doing the food drive this morning seems like that happened a week ago. God I think I need this weekend off before my brain explodes.

Oh btw Dongling if you read this that was one intense ass debate. I feel pretty shitty that I got my ass kicked in that badly but hey if I didn't want the challenge I wouldn't have agreed to debate against you. It really pushes me to try harder and I was surprised when Ms. Chen said my team actually did well with what we had. She said that was the best debate she's seen in all of her classes. Great job team! Numbers on paper.

I think I'm gonna go back to bed now.